SeeD field exam

[wrnpcs]

Incongruous architecture and reports of suspicious noise around ruins recently unearthed on a Trabia farm have led the local town council to suspect off-world involvement. SeeD has been hired to provide a thorough safety assessment of the site, with an eye for potential future development.

[The town council, who hired SeeD for this mission, have supplied a check list for Namur and Maria to refer to, things like monsters, structural integrity, and other hazards. Amid whining about the overnight appearance of these ruins "DEVASTATING!!" his potato crop and some sideeying of Namur, the farmer with sudden ancient ruins on his farm has shown them to the entrance, handed them flashlights, and gone back to his work.

[The entrance is actually a small cave, half-sunken into the ground; Trabian excavators have dug up enough of the earth around it to get inside. It's dark and dusty inside, but well away from the entrance, one can start to make out what may have once been a city (note: visual guide for architectural style and atmosphere only, not layout) in the stone, about ten metres down: Crumbling walls of a blue stone not found in Trabia, ornate stone doors in the most solid-looking wall with a sign carved nearby, worn pavement in that same blue stone, the ends of clay pipes sticking out of the ground, large boulders dotted around the area.

[There happens to be a ladder down to this level, though one that's seen better days.]

Comments

[om_nom_namur]

[Lord of the Sea this is going to take forever...]

Hey Maria. How long would it take if y' shot up all these damn coffins? Yer gun'll shred 'em, right?

[gunbladegrrl]

It's a standard rifle, Namur, firing standard bullets. It'll put some holes in them, not shred them!

[Where did he even get that idea? She's going to take this as an excuse to advise.]

Paramagic might be quicker, or a Summon.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur grunts acknowledgment, and scratches the back of his head a couple times. Then he snaps his fingers, expression lighting up.]

Ah! Got it, sweetheart. Good thinkin'.

[He summons Siren, expecting that the crashing wave that accompanies her will smash the coffins against the wall.]

[wrfiends]

[The wave mostly stirs the driftwood and rubble around Namur, Maria and Davies' feet, but several rows of the coffins up above are indeed swiftly reduced to splinters. Some of the spray catches the nearest torches in the walls, which sputter out with feeble puffs of smoke.

On one of the higher ledges, difficult to make out, something shinier than the stone walls or debris scattered around gleams for the briefest of moments - and Moloch turns its head.]

[gunbladegrrl]

Namur!

[Difficult to make out, but not impossible. Maria points at where she'd seen the glittering.] Something up there has its attention!

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur squints as he starts trudging toward the ledge.]

What's it look like? Can't see shit up here.